Description: La Huesuda and Echo faces off against the dreaded Lyraelle in a 2v1 of titanic proportions in the CWA Arena!

[ECHO]And so, the Luchadora had teamed up with a very unlikely partner to deal with an even unlikelier threat in this CWA experimental event match. Clearly the angle here was to show everyone a 'real' sort of freaky contestant with the inclusion of Echo--who taken up the offer for a lucrative offer. But had she recovered enough from her last fighting contact to measure up against the Darkstalker-themed E-girl and her legion of fans--along with the masked female wrestler?!

Of course, this would lead to some awkwardness, as Echo definitely was the real thing, and 'Suda might be chomping at the bit to take a piece of her next before long...

In fitting with the wrestling themed event, the bat woman was clad in black spandex tights, a flashy purple corset and wrestling boots. Any resemblance to another sort of corset-clad white bat was purely coincidental.

[LA HUESUDA]EARLIER

La Huesuda stared at the flyer handed to her by her current trainer, one Javier Serrano, seated on a bench after a hard day of exercise and sparring. "I think this will be right up your alley. A fun gimmick like this will be good exposure for you, get people seeing Death's Daughter on a wider scale, yeah?" The gregarious, youthful man said with a thumbs up. "Plus, consider the pop you can get on the stream! Not sure who exactly this 'Echo' is, but she seems like she'd fit your whole theme."

She can only tighten her grip on the flyer and silently seethe in response.

NOW

Huesuda makes her way to the ring alongside Echo, trying very hard not to look at her for too long. It is taking some willpower not to immediately strike at the Shadaloo agent. Instead she remains focused on the ring and the fight soon to be at hand. As always, her skull mask hides her features except for her eyes, and she is wearing a more traditional singlet with boots and gloves; purple and black with white bone patterns.

[LYRAELLE]As La Huesuda and Echo finish making their way to the ring, the lights in the Capcom Wrestling Arena go down. A creepy song starts to play over the speakers, only a set of bells tinkling in a slightly discordant manner at first as green pyrotechnics light the top of the entrance ramp. A bat-winged silhouette appears, casting a menacing shadow in the baleful glow, before the shadow's owner emerges...

And turns out to be a four-foot-or-so, spindly green male imp, a pair of obviously artificial green bat wings strapped to his shoulders to create the silhouette. He holds a microphone up and clears his throat before speaking in a nasal, cracking voice over the bells:

"Ladies and gentlemen, may I present to you... Her Infernal Majesty, Sovereign of House Darkheart and Supreme Archduchess of Lyraelland, the Succubus of Souls, Queen Lyraelle!"

As the imp finishes his introduction, the pyros flare explosively, causing him to shriek and retreat backstage. At the same time, a green spotlight appears, pointed toward the rafters, revealing the purple leotard-clad, pink-haired hellion about to perform a truely daredevil stunt. Hopping from one of the steel light supports, she opens her arms, then dives toward the ring. As the crowd gasps, her leathery wings open, allowing her to glide gracefully down to land on the mat with a light thud. She hops up on the corner ropes and beckons for a microphone, which a helpful yellow rams-horned imp provides for her. She turns to her opponents.

"Hello, minions, and welcome to my Banquet of Souls! As you can see, on the menu tonight, we have... Skullomania and Batgirl!"

As Lyraelle indicates her opponents with an oustretched purple glove, those who came to support the Faces of the fight (and aren't confused about who those are) let out a boo for the Demon Queen.

"The question is, which one is the main course... and which one will be the appetizer?"

With that, the demoness tosses the mic away before hopping down onto the mat, holding her arms up and doing a twirl for the audience before moving closer to center ring.

COMBATSYS: Lyraelle has started a fight here on the top side.
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[ECHO]Lyraelle appears with a bombastic stunt--floating down to the ring and then addressing her two opponents. Echo watches with a bit of surprise evident on her raised brows, reaching up to brush her long black hair back, before gesturing to La Huesuda to come with her as she climbs up the side of the ring and carefully flips herself up over the top rope and into the ring.

"I guess there's no arguing with that, lets get this started--love the valets you have, by the way, dear," Echo flaps her wings and kicks off the mat, soon swooping down on Lyraelle and trying to deliver a flying drop kick to her--one leg extended to full as she twists in the air.

[LA HUESUDA]In this unlikely partnership, there's always one better at the banter, which is why Huesuda decides to defer to Echo to talk trash for the two of them. The luchadora instead simply rolls her shoulders while staring at Lyraelle. It was time to hunt different game tonight. She points at the demon princess and slowly clenches her right fist until it shakes, pointing at her with the other hand.

She is also feeling a tad jealous at that entrance. Suda should have gone with her regular one.

As Echo goes for the dropkick, she quickly moves to maneuver around Lyraelle and position herself behind the demoness, the luchadora putting her head under Lyraelle's arm and lifting her up, only to slam her tailbone down on her knee and let go. A classic atomic drop, or the 'electric chair' as it is known in Mexico.

The comment is made directly to Echo without the aid of a microphone and accompanied by a tilt of the Demon Queen's head and a wink. She turns her attention to the fans at the ringside, blowing a kiss to them and posing. One might question whether she fully understands the heel-face dichotomy; nevertheless, it's enough to get a decent pop - and a louder one when the Demon Queen, ignorant of the match bell, starts to turn back to her opponent, just in time to catch a faceful of boots from Echo.

And whether by intent or sheer ineptitude, Lyraelle sells the hell out of it - she does a full backward flip, right into the arms of La Huesuda. Her arm is looped over the luchadora's neck and she's lifted up, only to slide off of Suda's shoulder with the slipperiness of an eel, flipping again to land on her feet behind the masked wrestler's back. She reaches forward to try and grab La Huesuda by the waist and slam her horned head into the back of Suda's. If she manages to do so, she'll close in further to lock her arms around the luchadora's midsection before launching herself toward the roof of the arena - then spiral back down, delivering the classic spinning piledriver to ram her headfirst into the mat, but with the added twist of an explosion of green flame to be released on impact!

[ECHO]Echo is good at selling things for the audience where this is being taped as well--clearly Lyraelle must be a threat if they're sending two fighters after her at once. Can Echo and 'Suda escape before they're dramatically sat upon?? It remains to be seen.

As Lyraelle lands from the pile driver, Echo is ready to give her partner some backup in the form of... a magical glowing portal opening up beneath Lyraelle?!

"Instant transportation--best this side of the demon world!" Echo is creating two portals, one beneath Lyraelle--another several feet away on the mat hovering in the air--apparently trying to suck her through it and have her land awkwardly on the other end! Think Portalgun, more or less.

[LA HUESUDA]Huesudua isn't prepared for Lyraelle to sneak out of her grip like that. It's that moment of being caught off guard that opens her to being headbutted, grabbed and launched practically into space. The fancy move at least gives her time to block, though, as upon coming down she curls inwards. Years of wrestling experience have taught her the right way to move your body to safely disperse a hit. This comes well when she's piledrived into the mat with a green chi explosion. The luchadora briefly sees stars and feels pain shoot through her body, practically flung to the corner of the ring in the process.

She grunts and rises with a slight shake, but a good wrestler doesn't let the audience see them hurt too much. After Echo's portal trick, she climbs on top of one of the ring posts, then leaps off to get some impressive air. Gracefully she performs a backwards summersault, coming down to body press Lyraelle into the mat.

Echo's words are echoed by Lyraelle as they reach her, though she doesn't quite manage to process them. She's busy trying to push herself up off of her back in the aftermath of the fiery burst, gloved hands pressing into the mat - until suddenly, they're instead reaching through the aether.

"Wah!"

The demoness drops through the portal, nearly crashing into the mat, but her wings open to catch her in the air inches above it. It's a seemingly impossible feat for a pair of animatronic or even proper wings alone, but there's something more to the flight that those attuned to the mystical might be able to detect.

Still, it doesn't get her safely out of harm's way as La Huesuda comes leaping in - the Mournsault catches the demoness across her midsection, and her wings bounce off the canvas with the impact before she rolls away.

Lyraelle kips up to her feet with a back handspring, then does another to leap up onto the turnbuckle in the corner, somehow managing to stay upright on it in her heels.

"Very well. If we're reaching into the bag of tricks for this one, then try this on for size!"

The Demon Queen holds her hand up toward the ceiling, and suddenly, a bolt of lightning strikes from the rafters. This seems to shock Lyraelle as much as anyone - more so, given that it also does so literally - but after her eyes widen for a moment, she forms a snaking lash of green energy in her hand.

"It's time to shock the world... 'cause I am the SHOCK MISTRESS!"

There's a definite sense of improvisation in the line as she cracks the whip in the direction of La Huesuda. The flaming weapon is shot through with crackling blue lightning as it swings toward the luchadora!

[ECHO]"Thought you might need it, given the butt on you, and all," Echo grins widely, showing off ivory teeth and fangs that are definitely not fake, of course neither are Lyra's--but the audience doesn't know that, obviously.

"Looks like there's more to you after all, streamer girl--" Echo has to duck and get low to avoid getting her hair or wings set alight by the arcs of electricity or sparks of fire being thrown now--her own right hand wreathed in what looks like ghostly pale green light--extending it and firing a bolt from her hand--hurdling right towards Lyraelle!

The energy is cold, negatively-charged and apt to cause mild paralysis.

[LA HUESUDA]"Tch." La Huesuda doesn't seem too impressed by Lyraelle's boasting. The lightning whip is a bit more of a concern, however. It lashes across the ring and strikes her full on, but she manages to twist her body and raise her arms to deflect some of the damage to her less vital areas. The whip leaves a sizzling scorch mark across her costume where it stung, the luchadora wincing from the electric shock suffered. Her arm twitches, but she shakes it out.

The death worshipper uses the distraction of Echo's energy bolt to try and run around the ring until she's positioned behind Lyraelle, grabbing her into a simple choke hold. She hated to admit it, but the bat woman had some decent moves. Ones she is studiously taking note of in her head, as doubtlessly they will come up again next time she comes to blows with her teammate.

[LYRAELLE]The whip sizzles out of existence as La Huesuda manages to fend off the attack. There's some smoke rising off of the Demon Queen's pink crown, as well - the stroke of lightning seems to have been something more than a special effect, after all, even if it's not something that's been seen as part of Lyraelle's arsenal in the past.

"I've got my own transportation, thanks," the horned hell-maiden shouts back at Echo, a split second before the ghostly pale bolt of energy flies toward her shoulder. She manages to twist out of the way, but the shot still strikes her in the wing, causing the Supreme Succubus to grit her teeth as numbness shoots through the leathery appendage.

Which shouldn't hurt at all, given that they're fake, should it?

As La Huesuda tries to slip a sleeper onto the celebrity streamer, Lyraelle leaps off of the canvas with lightning speed, twirling through the air as her wings take her aloft and hold her there.

"Hands off," the Demon Queen demands tersely as she draws back both knees to her chest, then swoops down toward La Huesuda. As she does, the soles of her thigh highs ignite with green hellfire, the heels smouldering with branding heat as she aims a series of kicks at the death worshipper - ones that will sear, if only temporarily, a series of burns into La Huesuda's person and clothing in the shape of a heart, should she fail to avoid the attack.

[ECHO]"Slippery one, aren't you--" Echo snaps her fingers in minor frustration over Lyraelle's repeated evasion--who knew a girl with that kind of figure could dodge so well? Well, Capcom girl logic, one supposes.

Damn, that looked like it hurt--what was happening to La Huesuda there, that is. As Lyra is busy burning her brand into the Luchadora, Echo snaps her wings open and begins to climb into the air--actually kicking them hard enough to bring her temporarily out of the ring--just far enough to gain speed that she uses to come down on Lyraelle one of her wings flaring out--trying to knock the woman aside with it!

[LA HUESUDA]The luchadora leaps to try and nab the demon out of the air with a quick grab, but is too slow - her heels smash into Suda's chest, igniting her with green chi embers as she falls back onto the ring, and hard. The heart shape in her leotard is quite evident. She struggles to her feet, looking pretty worse for wear but still going. She rises shakily to her feet as Echo makes her move. The fact Lyraelle was specifically targetting her over the bat was seriously pissing her off. "Puta!" she yells up at her foe.

She waits until Lyraelle hovers closer to the ground, then strikes. A shadowy aura rises up from Huesuda like black tendrils, and she unleashes a barrage of chops with her dominant arm. Said chops leave a trail of purplish-black chi that resemble scythe blades. After a few of these strikes she performs a running clothesline for a knockdown, then leaps backwards for an elbow drop that results in a shadowy chi explosion. If they were going to do a light show, they might as well go all the way.

The luchadora leaps to try and nab the demon out of the air with a quick grab, but is too slow - her heels smash into Suda's chest, igniting her with green chi embers as she falls back onto the ring, and hard. The heart shape in her leotard is quite evident. She struggles to her feet, looking pretty worse for wear but still going. She rises shakily to her feet as Echo makes her move. The fact Lyraelle was specifically targetting her over the bat was seriously pissing her off. "Puta!" she yells up at her foe. A shadowy aura rises up from Huesuda like black tendrils

[LYRAELLE]Kicking off of La Huesuda with the last strike, Lyraelle leaps backwards off of her, landing with her heels on the mat and causing two small dots to sizzle into the canvas underneath them.

"Hey, I know what that mea-"

The demoness' ears prick in the middle of her sentence, and she turns her head over her shoulder just in time to notice Echo swooping in to clip her with her wing. Lyraelle's eyes go wide, and she brings her arm up, turning her shoulder into the attack to absorb the brunt of it. The impact still causes her to stumble backward, and as she looks back up toward Echo, her green eyes smoulder with envy.

"That's /my/ gimmick!" the faux(?)-Demon Queen shouts after the actual darkstalker before coiling and launching herself up into the air in turn with a spin, tail twirling behind her.

"We'll see who's the slippery one... when I've sucked your soul dry!"

Chasing the bat-woman madly through the air, Lyraelle will swoop and soar until she can maneuver above Echo - then attempt to slam herself straight down onto the darkstalker from above, trying to use her hips to drive Echo down into the mat and pin her beneath the Demon Queen.

It's not a legal pin for a three count, even if it works - but if it does work, the Demon Queen will shift into a lounging position, using the pose to play the crowd and draw attention away from her serpentine tail as it attempts to encircle one of Echo's limbs and start to drain away her essence!

[ECHO]"Oof--maybe you need to get those wings of yours some more workouts--you're a little slow, dear," Echo is able to snap her wings to give her just enough of an airbrake to slip out from beneath Lyraelle--but who knows, it could have been some spiritual assitance, she however is able to land gently and easily get out of the way.

She brings her right leg up and around--trying to land a snap kick to the other woman as she lands--trying to catch her unawares!

[LA HUESUDA]With Huesuda temporarily left alone, She waits until Lyraelle hovers closer to the ground, then strikes and unleashes a barrage of chops with her dominant arm. Said chops leave a trail of purplish-black chi that resemble scythe blades. After a few of these strikes she performs a running clothesline for a knockdown, then leaps backwards for an elbow drop that results in a shadowy chi explosion. If they were going to do a light show, they might as well go all the way.

[LYRAELLE]The high-flying dogfight (or is it a batfight?) above the ring isn't the sort of thing one normally gets out of a wrestling match, but the draw of the darkstalkers involved on the card means that it's the kind of thing that the fans came to see. Echo manages to slip out from Lyraelle before the Demon Queen can turn her into an impromptu chaise, causing the pink-haired hellion to land on the mat on her backside. She nearly takes Echo's foot to the face again, but she throws her upper half back against the mat, flattening to drop under the kick. As the attack passes, she log-rolls to one side and sits back up, her green eyes flashing with a scowl.

"Great. Now, I'm hungry," Lyraelle complains as she pushes herself up to her feet - and is immediately set upon by La Huesuda. The Demon Queen staggers with each chop delivered to her chest, her arms flailing back. The clothesline sends her horns over heels, and finally, the elbow drop rocks the ring with an explosion of dark chi.

The fans are roaring as Lyraelle stumbles to her feet, one arm folded across her sore bosoms as she nearly trips and falls, the other extended to try and find some assistance in keeping upright - but with one sudden calculated lurch, the slippery succubus staggers right at Echo, aiming to snatch the darkstalker by one arm and pull her toward Lyraelle before swinging her hips to try and slam her curves sidelong into Echo and send her flying into the ropes.

[ECHO]Echo folds her wings and takes a stand on the middle of the ring mat again, holding her hands up--her eyes briefly flash a hellish red as a large six-pointed star of solomon appears behind her, made from purple glowing lines--the star inside the circle slowly rotating as prepares a spell!

"Creatures from the depths--rise to my aid!" her palms flat and towards the ceiling, a horrid stench cuts through the air, as if someone had opened the door to an abartoir in spring--something slowly begins to emergy from the circle behind her...

[LA HUESUDA]La Huesuda feels satisfied at landing her particular combination. It being a crowd pleaser is a definite plus. But now she was feeling herself in the Zone; the din of the crowd and the glare of the lights only served as background color with her opponent before her. She stares when Echo seems to just go about summoning some shit from a circle, and decides to back up to the ropes to hold onto and rest for a moment. All one can do is breathe and let your body catch up to what's going down. Her gray eyes focused sharply on Lyraelle, wondering just what she'll do next. It was evident she was tough, and the bruises reminded Huesuda of just how far she still had to go.

[LYRAELLE]After smacking her fellow bat-winged battler away with her hip smash, Lyraelle stretches her arms out over her head and swings her hips and shoulders in opposite directions, posing for the audience and turning her attention to the crowd. She tilts her head back the other way, lowering her left arm to her side and her right to make a V next to her eyes as she winks. The posing gives Echo some room to begin her dark ritual, seemingly unnoticed by the Demon Queen, though the observant may note the pricking of her elfin ears at the sound of the incantation.

"Oh, what's going on over here?"

Lyraelle turns to face toward Echo, her green eyes widening at the unknown magicks being demonstrated by the darkstalker.

"Mmm... now, we can't be letting any black magic go uninterrupted, can we?"

The Demon Queen raises both hands, pulling at the ends of each elbow-length purple glove one after the other so that they snap as she flexes her fingers, then pushes her hands together in a knuckle-cracking maneuver that's sure to cause her arthritis in later life as her other assets are to cause her lower back pain.* She flexes her arms, elbows lifting.

"Well, let's see how you like... this!"

And then, suddenly she shoots across the ring - not toward Echo, but instead horizontally, toward La Huesuda, her wings propelling her as she drives a solid royal elbow toward the recovering luchadora in a sneak attack!

[ECHO]"Too late!" Echo stands firm as a horrifying skeletal abomination begins to emerge from the center of the glowing star she's erected behind her--first an arm--no, a wing--with ragged flaps of skin and bare bone showing underneath. A huge skeletal bat-like creature--no, a dragon!--has pulled itself halfway out of the circle and brings the tattered wing down on Lyraelle--attemping to knock her over, or even pick her up with the wing fingers to slam her down against the mat. The entire thing is bizarre beyond belief, almost too much to be believed in the waking hours--but slow enough to be recalled in nightmares!

"Don't mind him--he's house trained1! ...I think!" Echo cackles.

[LA HUESUDA]Lyraelle feints and moves for Huesuda instead, but she is ready. Her eyes seem to flash as the demoness delivers an elbow - and she moves, suddenly, flowing past the elbow like she was water. She does a front flip to grab Lyraelle by the neck with her feet, balancing on the mat with her hands. She will then pull forward, to slam her headfirst onto the mat.

After this, the luchadora springs up just as Echo summons a damn dragon. "What the hell?" she hisses, finally speaking. "Why are you so extra?" Summoning horrors evidently doesn't sit well with the hunter.

[LYRAELLE]The luchadora is too fast for the Demon Queen, the intended cheap shot avoided with flair. Before she knows it, Lyraelle's neck is trapped between La Huesuda's boots, and she makes a surprised sound and flails her arms as she's suddenly flipped and driven head-first into the mat, hard enough that she actually ends up stuck in the wood beneath the canvas when the twisted black horns flanking her pink hair crack through it.

"EUGH! What the heck is - why is there a dragon?!"

Lyraelle thought she was supposed to be the actual agent of darkness, here - and the sight of the upside-down dracolich is a dizzying one in more ways than one. Her wings wrap around her, encasing her in their solid and leathery protection as the skeletal monster swipes for her. She's jostled violently, but remains upright in her oddly chiropteran defensive pose. When the moment appears for her to escape from her predicament, her wings burst open and she flips backward, sending splinters from the ring scattering.

"I'm going to find out how you do that," she says in a low voice that's full of menace, envious green eyes on Echo in spite of her scant ability to stay upright.

"But first... I need a snack."

Her eyes flit to La Huesuda, and then she does - flashing across the ring shoulder first, attempting to slam the wrestler directly into the corner turnbuckles. If she manages to do so, she'll hop up on the middle ropes with her backside facing the luchadora, her hands gripping the top ropes as her serpentine tail will lift up like a roused serpent and strike - attempting to wrap around La Huesuda's throat and start trying to choke her physically while sapping the fighting power from her metaphysically.

The lighting techs have been cued to adjust the lighting over Lyraelle and her prey to infernal green, should the hold be locked in, disguising the actual dark power as just another special effect...

[ECHO]The large wing arm of the spectral bat creature is still half-shielding Echo as the fight goes on, now the Luchadora stuck with her neck wrapped in Lyraelle's tail, of all things!

"Ahah, and the winged lady shows her stripes, I prefer the tissue and taste of them, myself," Echo seems less concerned that 'Suda is getting strangled and her energy drained than dealing with Lyraelle at the moment.

"But a pox upon your wiles and charms, lady, time to surrender to superior magical might!" she flaps her wings and charges Lyraelle again--trying to run her down with a flying tackle!

[LA HUESUDA]The tail wraps around Huesuda and begins to strangle her. She struggles, hands clasped on the appendage as her life force begins to be drained. If it had a taste or sensation, it'd be cold like grave dirt. She makes a choked gasp as things start to go black, her limbs going limp, the lights and crowd becoming a dizzy blur. But she decides she isn't going to just go out so simply to some leather winged puta; no, she'll give her something to remember her by.

The luchador's eyes snap open and with her last bit of strength, grabs the length of Lyraelle's tail and tries to yank her off the top rope, to swing her like a ball and chain into another ringpost. The effort, however, means it is immediately lights out for Death's Chosen Daughter.

[LYRAELLE]The effort at pulling Lyraelle away from the ringpost and trying to swing her into another corner is successful in part - La Huesuda manages, with the last of her energy, to pull the demoness off of the ropes and start to swing her. As Echo dives in for the double-team, though, the Demon Queen slips free of Suda's neck, releasing the tail-choke and using her own volition to fly over into the opposite ropes, avoiding Echo's dive and latching onto the elastic cords with heels and gloved hands.

"Ugh. Tastes like death," the demoness comments, pulling a face as she clings to the ring ropes. She casts a glance over her shoulder and lifts her rear end up, bouncing a couple of times to gain momentum.

"Now... time for dessert!"

With that, the pink-haired hell-maiden hops up and slingshots herself backward, aiming to try and bowl Echo to the mat with her backside. If she manages to do so, she'll roll over and try to pull the monstrous magician into a simple, but painful grounded side headlock.

[ECHO]"No way!" Echo is seriously confused as to how Lyraelle was able to both avoid her strike--and as she swoops back around to land--she is confronted by a tackle in return--that of Lyra's rear end--crashing into her as she brings her arms up to shield herself--the crumbling form of the skeletal bat creature partially shielding her. Whatever dark energies are holding it together are failing, and it's actually disintegrating rapidly before their very eyes.

"Looks like it's just you and me, now," Echo grins and snaps her fingers, a man-sized robed spectre with no face but very obviously scythe blades for hands swoops down to slash at Lyraelle--with speed that is almost too fast to see!

[LYRAELLE]Lyraelle bounces off of Echo as the bat-girl gets her guard up, causing the succubus to stumble away on her feet instead of going for the follow-up. The demoness turns around, looking somewhat more invigorated, but strangely a bit paler even than she normally does after her Suda-soul meal.

"I hope you taste better than grave dirt," Lyraelle taunts as she rolls her shoulders and shifts into a more feral-looking fighting stance, fingers wiggling at her sides. Suddenly, though, the spectre sweeps its slashing blades down from above. Lyraelle looks up, eyes widening, and tries to quickly sidestep, but the deathly weapon slices her across the side of her abdomen. One purple hand moves to cover the wound as the succubus sucks in a sharp breath.

"Damn you! Nobody... makes me bleed...!"

There's a scent of brimstone and burning flesh in the air as the demoness' purple gloved hand sizzles, a faint green glow visible beneath it. When she withdraws it, the wound appears to have been cauterized, the skin around it blackened.

"You won't escape me this time!"

With that, the succubus leaps up into the darkness above the ring, flying up into the rafters. The maneuver may not help much to hide her movements, depending on whether Echo shares certain abilities with bats, but the ruse is enough to dazzle the audience; when the demoness comes swooping down from the ceiling again, it's from the opposite side of the ring. There's a fierce look of determination on Lyraelle's face, her covetous eyes aglow, as it appears she may intend to slam headfirst into her last opponent standing - but once she's gathered velocity, the demoness swings around at the last moment, attempting to plow her posterior into the bat-like darkstalker and pin her to the canvas.

If she does manage to assume a dominant position over Echo, her tail will lash out hungrily, attempting to whip around one of Echo's arms and try and worry essence from her in a strangely ferocious and animated fashion.

[ECHO]"I'm a vampire bat, that's kind of what we do--" Echo has to keep on her toes, as her opponent is still going--the horrific skeletal bat creature falls apart even more rapidly, soon becoming dust that swirls and eddies around them like a fireplace's ashes being disturbed, losing it's tenacious hold on this world. As Lyraelle crashes down--there is a huge impact and cloud of dust that whips up... and when it clears, Echo has somehow been able to stop Lyraelle and her massive donk from crushing her, though she's wound up on her back, with both her arms and wings straining--she shoves the hourglass woman off!

"Guh... you need to eat less sweets, and speaking of... the night has left me a bit hungry as well!" Echo is supremely tired after that, but it's enough strength to stagger toward Lyraelle with arms out--fangs bared, trying to lurch into her and bite!

[LYRAELLE]As Echo lurches for her, Lyraelle ducks away, staggering back into the ropes. Her chest swells and heaves as she catches her breath against the cords, and she's starting to look pretty utterly gassed, her eyelashes fluttering dramatically. She turns around, swinging her arm around so that she's leaning on her elbows against the rope. Her eyes scan the crowd, before settling on a particular audience member.

"You!"

She points at the particular wrestling patron that's caught her eye, and the camera turns to show that it's a pink-skinned, portly imp, currently stuffing a handful of buttery white cheddar popcorn into his mouth. The imp's eyes shift to either side before looking back up at Lyraelle.

"Give it to me!"

Though she's not mic'd, a camera manages to catch the pink-haired poseur mouthing the words as she pushes her chest over the ropes and stretches an arm down toward the audience.

The imp looks confused, holding up the popcorn bag with a questioning look.

The succubus shakes her head, her tail riling up as she bends further over the rope.

"The chair!"

The imp's eyes widen in comprehension, and he sets the popcorn down next to his steel chair before sliding off of it. Then, he quickly folds the chair up and flutters a tiny pair of apparently-non-vestigial wings, which carry him close enough for the demoness to be able to touch the end of the chair.

"Thanks," she says with a sweet smile, before abruptly wrenching the chair hard enough that the imp doesn't have time to let go before he smacks into the ropes and drops to the apron on his backside.

Lyraelle turns around to face Echo, brandishing the chair menacingly and smirking.

"Now, you've asked for it~"

Meanwhile, though, the pink imp's dazed state leaves him susceptible to a surprise strangling from the succubus' tail as it slithers between the ropes. The imp clutches at the tail, wincing, then tapping on it twice with its pudgy fingers, at which point the tail lets its prey drop off the apron to the floor below, where he sprawls on his back deliriously.

[ECHO]As Lyraelle ducks away and begins to snack, Echo is wide-eyed as she goes into the mat--instead getting a mouthful of mat which her teeth actually get stuck in momentarilly--she has to pull them out and rears her head back, spitting out a scrap of the fabric along with her.

"Bleh--huge appetite for such a little lady," Echo takes in a deep breath herself--beginning to radiate energy as she growls, bringing a curled fist up and attempting a straight punch towards Lyraelle--at least to put it right through the popcorn she'd just been munching--or rather into her jaw!

[LYRAELLE]As Echo comes in swinging for the sated succubus' jaw, Lyraelle lifts the steel chair by the legs, intercepting the battling bat's fist. The force is enough to put a solid dent in the seat of the chair and send it smacking off of Lyraelle's horns. The demoness pulls a face as she shakes her head to regain her senses.

"Not sure what you're talking about~" Lyraelle says innocently, though she winks as she hefts the chair and shifts her weight onto her right foot. Winding up and lifting her left knee (and providing fodder for plenty of photographers in the audience) as she twists at the waist, she pulls the piece of pummeled furniture up to one side, then gives it a hard horizontal swing toward Echo's upper body, enough force behind the blow to bend the chair in half should it strike true!

[ECHO]"OWWW--" Echo pulls her fist back, after having put a mighty dent in that folding chair, but finding her hand hurts quite a bit after that. She's doubled over for a moment favoring that hand before she pulls herself back up, boots scuffing the mat as she flaps her wings again and flies up--moving to swoop down and barrel into Lyraelle with her shoulder and body--

There is a 'batter up' chime from somewhere as the piece of furniture is pulled up and clocks Echo directly in the head as she comes down, the chair actually wrapping around her head and leaving her sprawled out on the mat, convulsing.

[LYRAELLE]The audience lets out a pop - some booing, some cheering - as Her Royal Heelness takes down the remaining babyface in the fight with a chair shot to the head. Lyraelle tosses aside the warped piece of metal, letting it clatter to the concrete outside of the ring before doing a quick little dance in her heels and holding her hands up to the crowd. As the noise continues, she prances a circle around her convulsing opponent, playing up to the audience, before backing into a corner and hopping up onto the top ropes. She grips the upper ropes with her gloved hands, testing her balance on them, then straightens herself up slowly, back arching as she rolls her shoulder blades, then strikes her typical pose - head tilting, one eye winking, and a V formed with her fingers beside her head - before she swings her arms down, then up, throwing herself into a classic full-body splash aimed to crash down perpendicular atop Echo's prone form!

[ECHO]Babyface? And here Echo figured she'd be one of the heels, at least after having to resort to using her dark, necromantic powers. Really kind of does come with the territory. Echo has to contort herself in such a way to use her booted feet to prise the folding chair wrapped around her head and shoulders--along with the combined force of her arms.

"Ahhhh!" Echo is still prone on the mat when Lyraelle blots out the light above, creating a curvacious winged shadow descending on her--and landing with a sicking CRUNCH.

"Ack... damnit, can't breath..." Echo raises a hand and with a final influx of energy--dark shadowy mists beginning to rush in as they descend on Lyra--trying to overcome her as Echo passes out.

[LYRAELLE]The pale demoness lays flat across Echo, her usual poised and provocative facade abandoned as she lets her chin drop to the canvas, arms resting either side of her head. She scarcely notices the mist starting to fall - another special effect of the arena, one might presume - until the first of it starts to touch her skin, sending a chilling tingle through her frame. Realising the danger, she covers herself with her wings, arms and legs bending into an almost frog-like posture to get her limbs under the protective canopy of leather. Her teeth clench and start to chatter as the cold, paralytic mists seep into the flesh of her chiropteran appendages. If there were any doubt as to whether they were truly a part of her, the look on her face would certainly give the lie now - but the look on her face is as hidden from the outside world as it is from the shadowy energy descending on her.

"I've changed my mind... I think you're much more useful than a snack," the Demon Queen declares magnanimously in the privacy of the leather enclosure. "But we won't let that stop the show."

Cool (but not too cool) and composed once more, the demoness retracts her wings, folding them behind her as she rises to a crouch beside Echo. The lights dim in the arena, and a green spotlight on Lyraelle and Echo accompanies a rising dry ice fog from under the ring. As it does, the succubus inhales some of the green fog, trembling as she mimes consuming her opponent's soul. Then, sated, she rises to her feet, arms outstretched in victory - even as her tail tries to snake of its own accord toward Echo, just out of reach of actually being able to feed on the darkstalker's essence.

The demoness turns her head slightly toward Echo, speaking into her own shoulder so that her mouth can't be caught by the camera and only the two of them are privy to her words.